The White Rabbit

 Throughout his life, John Campbell has always had night terrors. But last night was different; he felt as if even though he was still in fact, dreaming. Like a dream lingered and followed him into reality. His current day felt oneiric. He noticed he started dozing off in the office, more than usual, at least. It was atypical of him to forget an assignment his superior delegating him, yet he did. Later on his drive home, he felt that everything was less audible as if he started shifting away. However, he managed to wake himself up. Once he reached his house, he collapsed on his sofa. Yet, even sleep was not an asylum from his life.

He found himself in a dark and smoggy void, "another nightmare, he thought." See, John always could realize that he was in his mind space, yet he couldn't control it nor resist the urge to scream. He roamed around the void, looking for a way to get the scare on and wake up, Usually, the shocks of whom his memories and experiences, He attributed his night terrors to the bad childhood he had endured. But as John walked further from his starting point, he felt a whisper; then, it greatly increased inaudibility. So he followed it. The whisper then became a voice, later a scream. And finally, it led him to this white Rabbit, "really?!" He thought. "fine... bring it on." He told the Rabbit. But it remained there, gazing at him as if looking into John's soul. He had attained a sense of relief. While he wanted to awaken, he still didn't want to have to suffer

Then out of the blue, the Rabbit started sprinting forward. John chased after it. "Hey! Aren't you going to scare me?!" he shouted as he ran. Then, however, he started to notice the void had lightened up the further he went. But, he was getting tired, for even in a dream, he somehow felt the same exhaustion he would think in reality. Still, he persevered and ran. "Maybe it won't be a scary dream for once." he thought. As the darkness of the void began to atrophy, he saw the emergence of grass instead. Then came the sun, and then the clouds and trees as well as animal life. And then the Rabbit had stopped, and so did he. "Where'd you take me?" he asked the Rabbit while panting. The Rabbit tilted it's head and looked at him in the same way it did before. Then the Rabbit looked onward, and so did he. And to his Beweldarment, he saw a colossus oak tree, with branches so tall and heavy they almost brushed the ground, and under it were two white rabbits. But they didn't look like rabbits, "he thought to himself," they look more humanoid. They were speaking and drinking some beverage. He could only imagine what it was. As he approached them, John heard their speech; it was not your typical Colloquial way. But it was sophisticated and formal. It made sense as they were wearing clothing from a more genteel time. But as he neared them, he went to speak, but they did not hear him. He then went to touch one of them. And it vanished in a cloud of smoke, then the second one did. Worse, the nature around him started to degenerate; he panicked and looked for refuge, so he turned to the Rabbit, but he was barking up the wrong tree, or more so, Rabbit. It looked at him and said, "again..." in an ashy and almost incomprehensible voice. Then he woke up sweating, and he was back to the drawing board. It was a weird experience that he didn't even know what to call. It was atypical for a night terror to make him sweat, for he had gotten used to the scares. It has had been two months since that dream. John had never slept on that couch since then. And he had never had that experience or anything like it again. But he swears every time he goes to sleep; he hears that same rabbit voice tell him "again...".